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...Liberty, page 140. " Though foul are the drops that oft distill [this, On the field of warfare, blood like For liberty shed, so holy is, It would not stain the...sphere, A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear, 'Tis tlie last libation Liberty draws From tlie heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause!" We recommend...

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...its veins, to establish in despite of Imperial tyranny or papal superstition ; for the blood which " For liberty shed so holy is " It would not stain the purest rill, " That sparkles amidst the bowers of bliss." The history of England and also that of Ireland, differ in but a few instances,...

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...Universal Mstary, vol. lil. " Be this," she cried, aa the winged her flight, " My welcome gift at the gates of light ; " Though foul are the drops that oft distil...holy is, ' It would not stain the purest rill, ' That spatkles among the bowers of bliss ! ' Oh ! if there be, on this earthly sphere, ' A boon, an offering...

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...free-born spirit fled ! ' Be this,' she cried, as she winged her flight, ' My welcome gift at the gates of light ; Though foul are the drops that oft distil On the field of warfare, blood like tins. For liberty shed, so holy is, It would not stain the purest rill, That sparkles among the bowers...